Below you will find a link to download this story as a word doc! It is very long and I could see reading it on a website being painful. But, as a teaser, I've included the text of the first chapter below to draw you in! Kindle, PDF, and Mobi files are all free for … Continue reading Home for the Holidays
Herb Withers watched in horror as Jeremiah raised his hitherto unused pistol. The barrel was pointed right at Herb’s chest, and before there was any chance to react, a deafening thunderclap rocked him backward.
Fall came, quickly followed by winter, and the hangings slowed, so they had plenty of time to practice, and even more for Maggie to be frustrated at the lack of progress.
All Maggie wanted to do was ask Adam about the possession, but a bet was a bet.
The following month was hot, the sun’s scorching rays beating down on the packed earth and sending waves through the otherwise clear air.
It took the better part of the afternoon for Adam to stop asking repetitive questions. Otis sat patiently through three hundred ‘why’s and ‘where’s before finally losing his cool and telling the man to suck it up.
“It’s all in the feet. See? See how much he’s kicking? Can’t conserve a breath like that, no sir.” Maggie looked up at the man swinging from the high branch of Hangman’s Tree. She felt a twinge of sympathy, but mostly anticipation. A pocket watch ticked slowly in her hand.
Let’s have a good laugh at what’s inside my brain, because it’s the only way I know to shut it up.
What’s a holiday story that doesn’t start with bloodshed, cursing, and a little good-old-fashioned graveyard sex?
Look, we’re all struggling through a strange holiday season, so why not make it a little bit stranger? This Friday at 7:00PM PST on Twitch.tv/mac_ashton, I will be live streaming a readthrough of my holiday story, Home for the Holidays.
Ashton Macaulay 